Little girl grown up
Teddy bear love struck
Tuck me in, daddy please
Don’t go. Don’t leave
Little girl grown up
Doesn’t need her fathers love
What a filthy rotten lie
Who would believe? I can’t comply.
Keep your hands away from me
Apparently I am diseased
Didn’t think I’d ever grow?
Eventually the petals show
Hope you liked you time away
From where I always used to play
The clocks will turn,
You can’t return
What little time we never earned
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